"Wall, we,--thar wus four o' us,--hoofed it east till we struck some ranchers on Cow Crick, and got the loan o' some ponies.

Then I struck out to locate the main herd.

It didn't take me long, stranger, to discover thar wa'n't no herd to locate.

But I struck their trail, whar Le Fevre had driven 'em up into Missouri and cashed in fer a pot o' money.

Then the damn cuss just natch'ally vanished.